ben's story Ben's story is the most explicit so far, containing as it does an act of double penetration worthy of any porn star you care to mention. On top of that, the attached tale is a good one. You lucky people. Ben's text - black. My text - blue. Bens's anus - both.

so...I don't go out to gay clubs much but I made an exception this one night. And went to DTPM, which is generally awful but I don't usually have anything important to do on a monday I'm going to show my ignorance Is DTPM a hi-NRG hellhole? It's a London thing it's not quite that bad...there are a few rooms to choose from but being on a Sunday night it tends to be full of waiters and whores Righty ho Anyway, I bumped into some Brazilian I knew who was some friend of an ex I had always quite fancied his boyfriend This is complicated But I'm with you so far Yes...it's involved OK, so suddenly he's inviting me back for a threesome with him and the bf Ooh, you jammy toerag Well. Being a bit drug-addled I agreed and we went back During the course of the night I was...ahem...accommodating to both of them. At the same time. (They just sort of slipped in) I'm frothing! This, as you might imagine, is quite...stretching This is better than Jilly Cooper I can indeed imagine. Weren't you in pain? Not with the amount of drugs I'd imbibed by this point I bet you had that glazed porn star look on your face I always have that look on my face OK so in the morning I noticed that I had been...leaking some sort of brown fluid on the sheets Some mysterious brown fluid... So while they were out of the room I gathered up the sheets and stuffed them in the ali-baba this is all just preamble, incidentally Excellent. I was dreading that that would be the end. I was sort of hoping they wouldn't notice Anyway, we headed out of the door and they were walking me towards the tube station. Supporting you, more like Yes, I was still giddy I had neglegted to wear any pants under my jeans, as I am wont to do on occasion Oh, dear They left me at this point to go to an art shop All of a sudden I had the most disgusting gurgle from my stomach I often suffer from a gippy bowel But of course by this time I had little control over my tired sphincter I really did try to screw down on it and keep it in But it was pointless Oh... dear... So a load of half digested, narcotic soaked waste emptied itself into the seat of my jeans I'm laughing despite myself and began to slip down my leg Was there a lot? I couldn't be sure at this stage I just knew it felt...squishy I understand - carry on and a quick finger round the back confirmed that it was soaking through I'm clenching in sympathy i must light a cigarette for this part So there I was in the middle of northeast london only feet from the tube, but unable to take it Had your bedpartners left you for good, or just to go into a shop? they had gone for good now i looked in vain for some alleyway where i could go and take some sort of charge of the situation i tied my sweatshirt around my waist to disguise any leakage canny canny indeed and decided to look for some sort of public toilet I walked about A MILE close to tears I want to hug you, but I don't want to hug you and eventually came across the McDonalds at Seven Sisters heh This is my favourite part But I remained resolutely middle class And actually queued up to buy a coke in order to use the lavatory What? Didn't it smell? I expect so I hovered a decent distance away from people But you didn't care no, the end was in sight So I eventually got into the cubicle and mopped down the substance which was covering my lower portions, which bore very little resemblence to the shit we know and love and that was it really...i walked up to the tube after that, with the sweatshirt still round my waist, and spent an incredibly paranoid journey home convinced everyone around me could smell the rot of my gut Weren't your trousers still sodden? they had dried out somewhat Tell me you didn't sit down i did, but on the sweatshirt Hmmm. That's still pretty skanky, you skanky ass ho i was just confused by the whole thing Good lord. I've been offered a privileged glimpse into the lives of those more adventurous and interesting than myself. well i'm generally only more adventurous and interesting on drugs I've always rather fancied a threesome, but never really known how to ask. i don't think i could ask "Fancy a threesome" sounds a little crass, I think i was sort of...forced Oh, you loved it You dirty cow i still to this day do not know how i managed it. what a wonderful organ the rectum is. except when it lets you down. It's very forgiving But its wrath is mighty heh And smells

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